She Hadn’t a Map

She hadn’t a map

and her feet knew only walking

She followed only instinct 

the natural reflex 

of going home

The sound of her own voice 

a faint memory 

She used to sing alto

but there are no choirs now 

Always startled by unexpected sounds 

of other life around her

She coexisted in seclusion 

She stared as she passed

nothing was familiar 

In the panic of a deep breath 

she stopped to rest on a boulder 

so perfectly placed 

She thought someone might know 

her tired body and mind 

to place a boulder 

like a long lost friend 

She wonders how the seasons change

without any noticing 

People hardened by cynicism 

nothing remains in desolation 

The roads have all gone flat 

the hills fallen low

The fields produce a dry crop 

of weeds and abandoned garbage 

She feels it all over again 

the fear of only seconds before 

A civilization of ruin

victim of its own ambitions 

A dog barks over there

she lifts her body 

A tail wags, tags jingle 

finally a greeting she remembers 

before sleep took her 

A companion without strings

love without rules 

 

Kris Fisher

©️1996

 

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Morning 

 

When the morning comes 

it’s new life 

emerging from the night 

of restless dreams 

timeless hope 

echoing sighs 

constant aching 

from when there’s no resolution 

to where there’s resting 

for all that is

all that will be

the future of things 

lie in wait 

It’s never over

this prayer 

for solace in hard things 

Each day is an answer 

forever sought 

in the morning 

 

Kris Fisher

©️2024

 

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Stinging Skin

 

Unbelief 

your accusations 

stinging on my skin

clinging to my sleeve

a heart you disregard 

 

Sensitive 

my disposition 

hoping for a recognition 

groping in the vacuity 

written on your face

 

Vehemence 

without release

tapping on my shame 

snapping my old bones 

Agreeable to only lies

 

Caustic 

acidic temperament 

spilling watered down truth

willing only your way

freezing the air between 

 

Insistent 

your requiem 

bland music to accompany 

hands of tight fists

to destroy my words

 

Constellations 

guiding you

confusing a cloudy night

bruising your wrought compassion 

dealt not to me

 

Cheated

releasing control 

nothing worthy to grasp 

stuffing an overwrought tear

Detriment to my way

 

KrisFisher 

©️2024

 

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Welcome Home 

 

What do you want

    need, desire, hope for 

Will it greet you 

    meet you there 

What drives you

    to engage, to believe 

Is it enough 

    things are tough 

Think about it

    consider, contemplate, pray

transforming the air 

    can you bear

the weight of the ashes 

    the strength it takes 

when everything aches

Will you welcome it 

    When it comes 

 

KrisFisher 

 ©️ 2023

 

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Heather Kephalos
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Perfect - very well written 🖤


Beyond Myself 

 

On wet, rainy days 

like today 

longing for a warmer breeze 

a lighter spirit

I feel nostalgic 

for something I never had 

Is that normal?

There’s a part of love

that keeps me warm 

other parts are colder

colder than you think 

I remember the words 

that splintered through me

with no regard for my heart 

Pushing rude intent 

past my other senses 

And I’m destroyed 

wrecked

defeated 

But like the day

it turns over into night

and I rise with the sun

to a place beyond myself 

 

KrisFisher 

©️2020


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Even Now

 

Even on the days 

where we lag behind 

Even amidst the pieces 

of a broken heart 

Even in the face of scarcity 

where we feel like we’re not enough 

Even the water, like flowing rivers 

scatters to sea

scatters within us 

and without us 

fed with our tears 

Even in these days 

where questions outweigh 

doubt finds potential 

fear finds a refuge 

Even on these days 

where the wheel spins 

round and around 

We are grounded by our faith 

lifted by hope 

we are moved by love 

Even in these days 

we find God 

 

KrisFisher 

©️ 2020

 

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